It's A Long Ride Home, I'm Afraid. {Camren} ✔️

~{33}~

A week passed, because the whole process of the transplant literally takes that long.

I visited again the night before the completion of the procedure, and practically fell asleep as I was sitting outside of Camila's room.

Eventually, a doctor shook me awake.

"Ms. Jauregui, we have some good news and some bad news." He said softly.

My breath hitched. Please don't say she's dead. Please don't say she's dead.

"Ms. Cabello is in fact alive, but of course there's a chance that the bone marrow transplant could have caused some weird side effects. We haven't spotted any, but over time you'll have to see for yourself. Her immune system has also been slightly compromised, and she may need to stay here a few extra weeks just in case."

I nodded, breathing a huge sigh of relief at hearing that my girlfriend was okay. My heart was racing at that point, fearing for the worse.

"When we release her, I would recommend keeping her at home as much as possible for the first month of her recovery." The doctor explained. "She needs as much rest as possible, and we need to be sure that her body is creating enough healthy red blood cells as it should be."

"Her blood type hasn't changed since we found a donor that was as genetically close to her as possible, but the ecology of her brain could've changed which would make her behave in a completely different way than she normally does. Who you used to know might not be there anymore, to put it in simpler terms. It doesn't mean memory loss, but it can mean that she may never act the same way as before. These are some possible effects of the transplant."

"O-Okay, I understand." I replied nervously. "May I go in to see her?"

"Yes, but she's kind of out of it right now, so I wouldn't be too loud."

I hurried for the door to Camila's room, and opened it slowly once I had reached the handle.

As soon as I was inside, I saw Camila laying there in her bed, looking at me dazedly.

She was hooked up to a bunch of machines, which was a very familiar scene considering that this is how it was when she was rushed to the emergency room.

Right now, she looked weak. Fragile. As though she might break from any slight touch.

I was afraid. Mostly because there was a chance  she could still die, but also because of the mentioned side effects.

"Camila." I greeted. "How are you feeling?"

She narrowed her eyes at me.

My heart was racing. She looked like she was trying to figure out who the hell I was.

I turned to the doctor. "I thought you said she wouldn't—"

"Lauren." Camila said nonchalantly.

My heart skipped a bit, and my head whipped back around towards my girlfriend who was now staring curiously at me.

"Hey," I spoke gently, walking up beside her bed. "Do you feel any different?"

"I don't know." Camila replied. "Not really."